PYRE...

Today something very interesting happened. Well, interestings need not to be always in high spirits, but they lure interests in such a way, that we forget to be sad. And thus it seems to be interestingly interesting. 

Like the incident I witnessed, was interesting. I was laughing at that point, but at this moment while writing this, I am feeling how un-interesting it should have been. Un-interest-thing. Not all the things, but also not not-all-the-things. 

Rohan, one dear friend of mine, post having dinner was craving for cigarette. Those who smoke must know this urge very well. These fags, I must tell you, works like water plus Hajmola, post meals. 

Remember, when you are hungry, the churns you get in your belly? Added to that when you know the food you are going to have, is going to be appetizing. It tows your attention and a part of your brain gets engaged somewhere in the corner fantasizing about it. 

And as soon as we finish the food, think of the longing you have for water? The thirst, the way it makes our throat small’s craving bigger than the body big? Imagine. Just imagine. And post meal when we have water-sipping session, sorry, gulping session, as its more vastly a word when used regarding quenching thirsts.                                                                                                                                                                                                             So, think of when we raise our head, put up with that momentary pain, and the water begins to wet our lips, and skates down our throat, drenching every inch of it, and our heart starts making love to the feeling of quenching one of the neediest desires our throat can make. 

Two of the vital needs get fulfilled here- food and water. But the smokers have one more adding to this- to smoke. 

Sharing this from my personal experiences, I am telling you, as soon as our hunger gets handled, and thirst starts to get thirstier, our food pipe starts developing an another passage for the smokers, to smoke.                                                                                                                                                                                                         But little do we pay attention that these smoke not only stem but steam us, but also bake us, and bake the hell out of our lungs. And sooner than later, these baking start becoming a barrier in our breathing, and behaving. 

And meanwhile in some parallel universe, my friend was still yearning for a cigarette. Calling off a busy day, he was a little more than just tired today, and that’s why couldn’t go out to buy his night’s quotas. But so what, we smokers do have our “sources”. And not necessarily our friends will be our sources. But I have seen many “sources” also slowly but surely becoming friends. Yes, there are even non-smokers friends to smokers. But, call it their “Birds of same feather flock together” mentality or actually matching mentality streaks, I have seen many friendships “igniting” from a fag. 

Meanwhile, in the same parallel universe, my friend has already dialed Rahman’s number. Rahman, my another friend. He also smokes, and yes, I belong to the same friend circle.

Rahman: Say dude…

Rohan: Where the hell are you, man?

Rahman: Why? What’s the matter?

Rohan: Nothing really. Just went to your room, and you weren’t there…

Rahman: Ahaaa... Seems like somebody is missing me, @@#$%&*@ ???

Rohan: LOL. :D Well, I have got the notes of the class you bunked today.

Rahman: Fine dude, bring them to class tomorrow.

Rohan: (Shit…) Okay… But hey… I had brought some barfis for you my friend. Where are you? Let me come to you.

Rahman: Fine. Keep them in my room, or else wait there, I am coming in a while.

Rohan: (%$#@@#$%) Ok bro. But yes one more thing. Remember Alexis Texas? I have got her latest video.

Rahman: Fuck it @#$%%$#@... Tell me what it is, before it gets too late. ;-) And FYI, am very much happy and satisfied with my Sunny Leone. :p

Rohan: Sutta, man…!!!

Rahman: Hahahahahahahaha… :D

Rohan: What? :O

Rahman: Hahahaha… Lol dude, I just dragged the last fag meanwhile you were bullshitting with me. :P

Rohan: Fuck you @#$%%$#@... Keep the phone!!!!

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

And that was my laughter. I was laughing infused in their conversation. And I was laughing amused by their conversation. 

This was nothing but just a quick look of how casual conversations take place in friends, on such a casual thing like a cigarette. But let’s not take it casually my friend. 

And this is not just about Smoking. We do tend to take a lot of serious stuffs seriously casually like this. 

•   To reach somewhere a little before, we DO break traffic rules, at times.
•  To save a little of our money, we DO travel without tickets in trains, at times.
•  To drive a little more comfortably, we DO not use seat belt, at times.
•   To derive a little more pleasure/relief, we Do tell lies, at times.
•   To gain a little more, we Do cheat, at times.                                                                                

…and what not man… And if we do add all these “a little… at times”, it iterates a lot of these “times” big time, and that compiles our life. 

So what does that mean?

• That means in major portion of our time, we are casual, than serious.
•  That means the serious part of our lives is spent being casual, than serious.
•  That means if we casually start taking our casual life a little less casually, and more seriously; we can seriously start living our lives seriously more seriously, and less casually.  

By the way, did we notice my friends Rohan and Rahman? One is Hindu and the other is Muslim. And the cigarette draws them together. 

Bachchan said, “मंदिर मस्जिद बैर कराती, मेल कराती मधुशाला...”
 

True that, but what is that fire which can if attach together, is no less capable of detaching also that well. And that will do separate us if we glued to it for long. 

Afterall, if an eye for eye can blind, the fire for fire will burn the world.

P.S Its eleven days that I have quit smoking, and this post is written seriously casually to vent out my urge to fire.